Tuesday, January 31, 2017

It's a sin...

It's a sin to pick a story before it's ripe. A deadline is no excuse for not taking time to write well.

Monday, January 30, 2017

After a fashion...

Wildflour, our village baker, has been closed for renovations most of January. Meanwhile, we're getting along after our own fashion. I'm having some practice at a skill recently neglected. Above, wholewheat and corn flour. Our flour is not as fresh as Wildflour's, who grind their own every morning, but it's pretty good, organic and non-GMO. We order ours from Great River Milling Company.

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Take your turn...

Lately, I've been experiencing my first engagement with a collaborative fiction project. It is a whole different world than writing alone. Somewhat like playing in a jazz group. You get a turn now and then to make your own little run, but the soul is in the blend. It's more about listening than saying your piece.

In the process, you learn as much as you write.

Saturday, January 28, 2017

The hardest thing...

I’m writing today. If I write every day, someday I might have written a whole novel. Who knows? But today, I will be content, after revisions and deletions, to produce one sound page in the morning and one in the afternoon.

The hardest thing and the most necessary thing for a fiction writer to do is to be present and immersed in the work at hand. You don’t cross a creek in tomorrow’s water. You don’t walk home in yesterday’s weather. The step you take now sustains your journey.

Friday, January 27, 2017

Nothing is...

Nothing is certain but where we are.
All the life we have to live begins right here.
It is enough if we can see a place to start.


Thursday, January 26, 2017

Don't mind...

Don't mind the fog,
Just a big lie,
Conceals but can't erase;
Our town is still there
from end to end, the crowds
as great or small
as could we see them.

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Monday, January 23, 2017

Morning after...

The morning after
the end of the world,
the sun rises yet again;
we watch the new Earth
gather herself and rise
from foggy dark.

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Reading the season...

Seasons turn on the least of signs. We need to pay attention in order to stay in the flow. Beginnings emerge from endings before we've grasped the change.

So I'm trying to see what will be rising out of what was. I've ordered onion sets, sweet and red, and seed to sow for transplants. I can taste those purple tomatoes already.

Saturday, January 21, 2017

...came to stay.

We came to the mountain
to get close to the land.
We stayed to live close
to the sky.

Friday, January 20, 2017

Just who did this thing?

The current crop of pundits seem mostly agreed that Donald Trump has ridden into the presidency of the U. S. A. on a wave of populism. I'm not expert enough to disprove that thesis but I don't entirely believe it.

Just about all of the Trump voters I know personally are not poor, or displaced middle class folks, but are old white people, sitting on their little piles of money, clinging fearfully to their remnants of privilege. They don't want change, but unchange. They want to turn our country back to a time when they felt in control of their lives.

Admittedly, my sampling may be skewed, as being an old white person myself, that is the circle I mostly travel in, but I must admit some disappointment in my generation. I never imagined we were quite so selfish. I thought we had more courage than that.

And I'm very afraid that we have just sold our grandchildren's future down the river.

Thursday, January 19, 2017

The things we do...

My friend came by to visit, after weeks afar. When I had interrogated him about his travels, we fell into a silence. That is one of the things I love about him, the ability to embrace quiet company and not be uneased by the space between words.

Finally, "Well, what have you been doing other than writing?" The question caught me by surprise. We are both writers. I expected more shop talk. I had to think for a bit to dredge up some unauthorly activities to report.

Of course, I do other things than write stuff. I took off a whole week from scribbling to put together a new website for the Main Muse. She has her own work to do. Here it is.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017


Not many who've read Laurel Falls took notice of the dedication at the front, but a few did and asked, "Who is this Kate who remembers it all?"

Well, Readers, here's my daughter, Kate. I could take it all back but her.


Monday, January 16, 2017

...the first Rule

Lots of travelers on our road these days and nights. Pilgrims, refugees, dissenters and the persecuted. Keep your light on for them. In such uncertain times, hospitality is become the Koinonia's first Rule.